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On This Journey Home


On this journey home, I am not alone.

My way is graced by friends.

The longing to arrive still thrives,

only today, I walk more kindly,

talk more openly and listen more intently.

The big picture, ever sought for, makes more sense,

And somehow the world becomes less dense.

I am hopeful. I approach deep trust.

At times, of course I waiver, but never fall far from favor.

Humanity is precious, and I count myself therein.


- Cynthia Grosvenor

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